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Colin MacKenzie 
“I figured that’s why you came to hunt me down, Anna,” he said, turning his attention from Other Boy to Anna in nearly a heartbeat. Whoooa! She was doing the hair thing like Anastasia Bunbury. JUST. LIKE. HER. Oh, Merlin, why did Max have to have a chat with her? It wasn’t nice to take someone out of a hearty conversation. The big meanie. “An autograph. Hmm.”
Pulling out another piece of parchment, MacKenzie quickly signed his name in record time near the bottom of the parchment and thought of a quick little message to say. After a few brief moments, he wrote:
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Dearest Anna Greingoth,
Remember the day you snatched that final Snitch underneath
Emma Greene’s nose. I will never forget it! You, seriously,
have some mad Quidditch skills. Just don’t tell that to
Greene, she will have a cow if she hears what I said.
Anyway, it was nice getting to meet you.
With love from your #1 Quidditch player,
Colin ‘Hot Scot’ MacKenzie
P.S. I hope that, someday, we will meet again!
Remember to owl me. (I love Chocolate Frogs and Fizzing Whizbees.) Nodding his head after rereading his autograph, he handed it back to Anna. “Here you go, Anna!” Mackenzie muttered. Smiling, he leaned in a bit closer and whispered, “I’m serious about that last bit there. Share that with
no one. I don’t need anything nasty going on with love potions being mixed in. It’s happened before!”
Standing back up properly to his full height, he winked at Anna and noticed that Anastasia wasn’t back yet.
Ugh! If she’s not back in … five minutes … I’m going to find her! Hunt him down?
Hunt him down? Was this dude for freaking serious? Had he not been
the Colin MacKenzie, Anna would have rolled her eyes at him and really let him have a piece of her mind. As it was, though, she just...pretty much...stood there and let it go. When he called her by name again, she smiled and started the hair-twirling process all over again.
EEEE, he was getting out parchment...parchment for her autograph! In her mind, she sort of squealed, but she didn't dare do such outloud. She'd already stuttered like a babbling idiot out there on the field. She wanted Colin to at least see that she had some sense to her.
He sure was taking a little longer than the usual to sign his name, though. Dare she believe he was writing a special little note to her? Oh, yeah...it had to have been the hair twirling. Then finally, he was passing the parchment over to her, and she could clearly see a rather long message on it. Her heart skipped about ten beats then, especially when he leaned over to whisper something to her.
“I’m serious about that last bit there. Share that with no one. I don’t need anything nasty going on with love potions being mixed in. It’s happened before!” Ohh, last part? What in Merlin's name had he wrote to her? Her eyes scanned through the paper, growing wider and wider as she read more and more words.
Owl him? Owl him?!?! She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with fangirlness, and said, "I won't forget...
Colin," she said. "Remember to owl back. I like jewelry, high heeled shoes, and oversized handbags." Ha. If he could be so stuck on himself as to make requests, then so could she. The guy was cute, though...extraordinarily so. She could overlook that one little flaw. "Thank you, Colin."